There is a sprinkle of glitter
On the surface of my coffee.
I consider it Pixie Dust,
Smile to myself
And drink a little magic.
My soup on the stove has a bit of a shimmer;
A random fairy touch I can’t explain.
And she’s asleep in her car seat,
Glitter twinkling on her cheek,
Dreaming little girl dreams,
Guilt free,
she doesn’t care.
Nor is she aware
My heart is tangled in her hair.
When I can find a quiet moment,
maybe just before I go to sleep,
I like to think I am in Mary’s womb with Jesus.
It’s quiet
and safe.
It’s only tiny Jesus and me in the sweetest darkness,
just together and nothing more,
held in unity,
each of us full of possibilities smiling serenely
in one another’s company,
surrounded by Mary,
by the universe
and its distant stars.
This year I crave a quiet Easter-
Pitch black peace
In which to bloom
In secret knowing.
This was Mary’s Easter-
Before ever a word was said.
Sun spills over my note book.
It’s so pleasant.
I could just stay.
My fish stops her revolutions of the tank,
And turns to look at me.
I gaze back at her.
We are in the same day together,
She and I;
Existing together
In an apartment
With some plants
Some art
and furniture,
a smiling Raggedy Anne.
I am tempted by this quiet afternoon
To rest among my books….
My few familiar things.
Suitcase by the door…
I never sing anymore.
But here goes.
Thinking and dreaming and having tea with Mary
In the briefly blooming rose of evening.
We sit together silently, night’s growing darkness cloaking us,
Warm about our shoulders.
Through the window we can see the sun’s glow cascade ecstatically over the top of Howell’s Grocery,
Pour itself over the edge of the earth into space;
A passing caress over the other side of the world
As she turns on her axis.
We sit.
Mary’s hand touches mine,
The warmth of her tea cup still on her finger tips.
I sense her encouraging nod in the darkness.
She is with me.
“Remember,”
Says the brush her of fingers,
Remember day when you forget.
I am always with you,
I will bring for you the moon,
Reminding you of the sun
The deepest glow of God
Present in your heart.
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